Meical gave him a flat look. "I'll have someone else take care of it."
Min-jae leaned back slightly, eyes glinting. "No, no, no. I said you."
"Kaizar.." Meical sighed, already feeling the headache coming. "You have an entire household staff.."
Min-jae reached out, his fingers sliding up to stroke Meical's chin, tilting his face slightly toward him. "And yet, none of them are you."
Meical's breath hitched just a little, too subtle for anyone else to notice, but Min-jae caught it. He smiled, slow and victorious.
Then came the second move. He stood, stepping behind Meical, and wrapped his arms around his waist, the gesture light, almost lazy, but his body pressed close enough to feel the warmth of his back.
His voice softened to a whisper as he leaned in, his lips just brushing the edge of Meical's ear. "Please, Meical… for me?"
That broke him.
